// so now you've done a little wrong and you need to be forgiven,
by the vicar and the company you keep //
by the vicar and the company you keep //
“I suppose now you have a reason to get along.” Sunjata interjects quietly, perhaps a bit solemnly, knowing that while Maea had been revived… Well, she relied on the Voice now. For the life brought back. But that’s neither entirely here nor there, not as Sunjata begins to explain why he had not received her last words. How he hadn’t been ready, how he thought it was awful and cruel that Delphia had expected that of him.
And to call him an incubus, when he’d already dealt with nearly every lover of his perishing? Well, that was just the cherry on top, wasn’t it? Muscles feather in his speckled jaw, drawing silent, swallowing hard against it now that he’s got it out in the open – something he’d blocked for some time, only having brought it up when he spiraled after Apopo blew and life had thoroughly smacked him in the face with terror and grief, how Delphia had gotten to him and he was terrified of doing it to Nate too.
So far, so good, however.
That is, until she closes her eyes, to hide away from him and Sunjata can’t help but to look away from her too – to look away from Nate, to let the memories of how he’d felt in that moment spur him on. “She conveniently left out any mention of me at all on the Notice Board.” He comments quietly, keeping his gaze away from her.
It takes some time for him to respond to her, pausing as he chews on the inside of his cheek. “I had thought it was your intention, for some time, to be honest.” He rubs at the lightning scars on his right hand. “Because of our argument.” This is quieter, as if he doesn’t entirely want to say it out loud. But he puffs out a long sigh, reaching up now to rub at his temple, to let his shadowed steel gaze slip back to her. “But I think it was likely Delphia’s way of trying to protect your memory. You were her friend, after all. And seeing as I had spoken with her about Lusea when I found out she died again… Well.” His shoulders shrug in uncertainty, at a loss.
And to call him an incubus, when he’d already dealt with nearly every lover of his perishing? Well, that was just the cherry on top, wasn’t it? Muscles feather in his speckled jaw, drawing silent, swallowing hard against it now that he’s got it out in the open – something he’d blocked for some time, only having brought it up when he spiraled after Apopo blew and life had thoroughly smacked him in the face with terror and grief, how Delphia had gotten to him and he was terrified of doing it to Nate too.
So far, so good, however.
That is, until she closes her eyes, to hide away from him and Sunjata can’t help but to look away from her too – to look away from Nate, to let the memories of how he’d felt in that moment spur him on. “She conveniently left out any mention of me at all on the Notice Board.” He comments quietly, keeping his gaze away from her.
It takes some time for him to respond to her, pausing as he chews on the inside of his cheek. “I had thought it was your intention, for some time, to be honest.” He rubs at the lightning scars on his right hand. “Because of our argument.” This is quieter, as if he doesn’t entirely want to say it out loud. But he puffs out a long sigh, reaching up now to rub at his temple, to let his shadowed steel gaze slip back to her. “But I think it was likely Delphia’s way of trying to protect your memory. You were her friend, after all. And seeing as I had spoken with her about Lusea when I found out she died again… Well.” His shoulders shrug in uncertainty, at a loss.
// this is the sin that i will confess to release myself
from consequence and everyone can tell //
from consequence and everyone can tell //
SUNJATA
Feel free to use magic/force on Sunjata, without killing him <3
Sunjata speaks with an Australian accent and has a passive magic that makes him produce a subtle scent that matches exactly to whatever those around him most desire him to smell like.
